Jess sighed and sat down in the Lounge room of No. 4. It was alot small, alot cushier than Grimmauld Place, and alot... alot less homey, even though it was more of a home than what they'd had. The chairs were lumpy, and uncomfortable, it seemed the house had remained under the Dursley's name, despite their prolonged years of absence, and somehow it had remained in Petunia's pristine condition, as if she'd been there the day before cleaning. Certainly something was going to have to change here, if their group grew anymore there would be no room, and that would be bad, rennovations were definitely needed.
As he sat down he winced and his hand went to his face, tracing the red, deep scar cutting diagonally from his chin to forehead through one eye, which was discoloured and seemed to be unfocused, whereas the other was fine. Khaat'd told him it would heal, but although the left eye was fine, the right hadn't seemed to heal at all. Much longer, and he'd have to buy a patch.
With a resigned sigh he slumped back into his chair, waiting for the member to arrive, it'd been a month since he'd seen them, and a long Month it'd been. He was doubtful Wilson would be coming, so he was going to need to apoint a second in command tonight if he didn't